Michael
Night-time sharpens,
Heightens each sensation . . .
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I composed the music of the night!
Barbra
Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendor.
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender.
Both
Hearing is believing, music is deceiving,
Hard as lightning, soft as candle light,
Michael
There you trust the music of the night...
Barbra
Close your eyes,
For your eyes will only tell the truth,